Through the fields of yellow,
Perfume in the air,
Climbing over stiles,
Looking over there.
Trees on the horizon,
Skylarks singing high,
Looking for the Cowslips,
The beauty makes you sigh...
Alternative second verse.
Best foot forward walkers,
It's the pub that I've come for.
I'd like a pint of Cider,
And then I'd like some more...
Karen.
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